User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-26024035-20160425040834/@comment-4677325-20160509170526

Falkin took a deep breath before getting a firm grip on his side of the crate and glancing back and forth between Elmseye and Rissah. "Well, what are you waiting on me for? Lift!" He began to pull his side up, trying to use his legs to lift instead of his back.